art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Body of a goddess
This generation and I don’t get along very well. When I look at somebody’s body, I don’t look for perfection like the rest of society does. I praise every scar, stretchmark, and story that somebody’s imperfections can tell. When people assume a bikini body is a skinny woman in a two piece, I assume it’s a body with a bikini on it. Everybody has a bikini body when you put the bikini on. The stretch marks on a persons body are beautiful. I don’t just see scars, I see battle scars. Imperfections are more beautiful than perfection. If you aim to look like everybody else, how can you ever look like yourself? Why can’t a woman ever say she’s fat without a man saying “no, you’re beautiful”. Why can’t I be fat and beautiful? Why do I have to choose? Weight does not define beauty. Is it necessary to tell a skinny woman to eat a cheeseburger? Why do people complain about weight and then try to convince someone to gain more? When does somebody’s weight become you’re business? These are questions I ask myself sometimes as I stare at the people around me. The people are all diverse in body type and color and I still only see beauty while the rest of the world looks for flaws to laugh at. You’re not the only one with these flaws you feel insecure about. Wear that outfit out in public that scares you and flaunt every imperfection you have. Just remember you’re not the only one with these imperfections and body positivity starts with you. Love yourself and you will begin to love every diverse body you see around you. Those small insecurities you have will fade when you learn to see them instead of hiding them. Be proud of you’re body. There isn’t another one like it.
By Cheyenne gavranovic 3 years ago in Poets
The eyes
When you look into somebody’s eyes, they tell a story that the mouth can’t. We can hide many of our emotions, but the eyes will tell all. No matter how happy you’re face seems, you’re eyes will show the truth. The truth being that we are all sad deep down. Whether it be childhood trauma or current events, sadness will slither into us all like a serpent. While the face says one thing, the eyes will show the truth. The bags that rest there are like a fish in a tank. They are stuck and can never leave. Every crows feet mark left behind shows years of stress, but it also shows happiness. The more you smile, the more crows feet marks you get. Sadness and happiness can live alongside each other. You have to choose which one takes over. As I stare into you’re eyes, I will know which emotion you’re feeling without you ever speaking. Sight is the gift the eyes give us. As we stare into each others eyes, we will know each others true emotions.
By Cheyenne gavranovic 3 years ago in Poets
Poverty
Poverty is a real issue. You don’t know poverty until you’re in you’re bed wondering if you can pay you’re rent tomorrow. You don’t know poverty until you look in you’re kitchen and realize there is nothing in the pantry or the refrigerator to feed yourself and you’re child. You don’t know poverty until you’re begging family members for money to help pay you’re bills. Although you’re daily living expenses are not their responsibility, you have no where to turn and you have zero options left. You don’t know poverty until you’re selling all of your belongings just to make ends meet. You don’t know poverty until you have to live in a hotel room, if you can afford it. You don’t know poverty until you grow up in poverty and try to do better as an adult. You don’t know poverty until you fail to be better and now you’re child is growing up in poverty just like you did. You don’t know poverty until you look into you’re innocent child’s eyes who has no idea what’s going on and realize you have to keep going for them. You don’t know poverty until you’re tired of trying but can’t stop. Poverty is a real issue. When you’re in it, it’s almost impossible to get out.
By Cheyenne gavranovic 3 years ago in Poets
